Rurik woke with a start to find that he had drifted off to sleep in the bed, and looked around blearily. About an hour had passed, which wasn't too much of a waste of time in his opinion. He got up and stumbled downstairs, looking about the kitchen for something to eat. Eventually, his eyes came to rest on some instant potatoes, which were soon popped in the microwave. Rurik knew how to cook, or at least kind of, that much he'd learned from his mother. However, in the end, Laziness had prevailed over the want for real food and Rurik accepted this fact.

As he waited for his potatoes to finish, he pondered what would come of this camping trip. He knew of the girls, but he hadn't ever heard of any of the other guys. Lyn was known for her job as a barmaid, and he'd heard she was a really nice girl. The other one, that Harper girl, was very popular, but Rurik had always been kinda suspicious of her. Something about that chick just rubbed Rurik the wrong way, and being out on a camping trip on her would only exacerbate that. Rurik was drawn from his thoughts by the ding of the Microwave, however. So, he went and retrieved his potatoes and a bottle of water, sitting down to a belated supper as he texted Lyn

Oh, Lyn, if you need me to pick anything up just give me a shout, eh comrade?